The Song: Jessie J, "Price Tag"The Crimes: Using what might be the entirety of her label's marketing budget to convince the world that she actually functions on a higher, post-capitalistic level; "video hos"; "ch-chang-cha-chang"; "bla-bling-bla-bling."

The year's most grueling pop personality was, without a doubt, the BRIT School-bred British yelper known as Jessie J. Born Jessica Cornish and known before 2011 as one of the people who helped birth Miley Cyrus's "Party In The USA," Jessie drop-kicked herself into the American consciousness earlier this year with one of those "big in the UK, but unknown here" Saturday Night Live performances, then stuck around, thanks in large part to her handlers booking her in any venuethe MTV Video Music Awards, VH1 Divas Live, your mom's 65th-birthday partythat might help up her Q rating.

While it's true that she could hold a note or two here and there, Jessie's barky voice and insistence on indulging every vocal trick in the book (stuttering, scatting, fake patois) turned her debut Who You Are (Universal Republic) into one of the year's most excruciating albums to sit through, a Katy Perry-like bludgeoning through pop that lacked even the scant amount of charm or self-awareness possessed by that singer. No song on Who You Are was more aggravating than the Dr. Luke and Claude Kelly-penned "Price Tag," a schlocky bit of lite reggae during which Miss J tries to be down with the recessionary populace she's shoved herself in front of by claiming that "we don't need your money, money, money" because "we just wanna make the world dance." Wait, does that mean those Vevo ads for your new video were paid for in hip-shakes?

Over the self-consciously swinging beat, which clearly is designed to underscore the lyrics' chilled-out vibe, Jessie barks out platitudes damning the capitalist pigs for being all interested in things like returns on investments and noting that "money can't buy us happiness" while taking a stand against "video hos" and "bling" and making fun of pop puppets in the attendant video. Wow, way to take a stand against the system! Was the b-side for this song supposed to be a cover of "This Note's For You"?

Much of what makes "Price Tag" so throw-your-stereo-out-the-window infuriating comes from the combination of Jessie's utterly meldable persona (seriously, she'd probably change her name to Wrigley's Spearmint Gum if you asked nicely) and the way that her gaping vacuity was somehow crammed into every open space this year. I figure that not seeing her touted in public bathrooms and on bananas merely means that I wasn't looking hard enoughI mean, she did busk "Price Tag" in the Times Square subway station early on in its promotional cycle.

Jessie J, "Price Tag" (live in Times Square)

In the context of other artists, the slightly ignorant "screw money, let's party" sentiment espoused by the lyrics might seem merely misguided, a tone-deaf attempt to capitalize on the bubbling anxiety about the world's problems carried out by someone who hasn't had to worry about what happens when "the money, money, money" runs out in quite a while. But in the context of Jessie J's prolonged multimedia assault, it's downright offensive; she comes off like one of those radical post-capitalist types who flings boogers at the idea of needing money to exist while having a nice cushionhappily provided by an indulgent parent who's totally fine with giving her as much cash as she needs to keep flying around the world and forcing people to listen to her murder TLC while she sits on a grandiose armchairto fall back on.That combination of hollowness and in-your-faceness, not to mention her self-satisfied scatting of cash-register noises and words like "bling," makes this wretched piece of smarm-oozing pop the top contender for the 2011 edition of history's musical dustbin; may it and she fade from the consciousness enough to not even merit a mention on VH1's no-doubt-forthcoming special I Love 2011, which at current rates of retromania should debut sometime in early 2013.

Wow...is right. I read this article and I thought...that is one bitter woman. I looked up your picture and it all started to make sense. Of course she's bitter...probably a singer as well, definitely not a looker. Jessie J is stunning, talented, and taking the country by storm. "Failed British Import" is hardly true anymore. Domino is #5 on iTunes...and #10 on Billboard. Get a grip, Ms. Johnston. I think JJ is here to stay...so sorry.

Wow... Actually Jessie J is an amazing singer, she just has sh*t songs. A singer is someone who uses their voice as an instrument. She does lots of things with her voice, yes, but if the voice is an instrument, wouldn't you want her to? You wouldn't want to her someone strum a guitar the exact same way all the time, right? For example, Beyonce abuses melisma and that's it. That is ALL she does. I find Jessie J's voice refreshing because she is NOT like the popular singers of today. Check out her video just sitting in her bedroom singing Mama Knows Best or the other video in the subway singing Who You Are.

My TV was on her performance of this track for New Years where she did many things that grated my face, such as:

-Let everyone know she's Jessie J at the beginning and end of the song-Started spouting some fake patois "m-m-mu-mdrdrdrdrdrdrdrdrdda-da-monay, monay, monay" shit-Looked Taylor-Swift surprised that she was singing-Participated in some annoying back and forth call-and-response with the crowd-Killed non-singing time stretches with some "HA HA!"s and "HUP! HUP!"s

It was a pretty fitting heralding in for the end times I'm told 2012 will bring.

One of the skills of life is to avoid listening to infuriating songs. It helps if you don't watch television, Or listen to the radio. Or visit any shops. Always check the soundtrack of films before you see them at the cinema. Never go anywhere in the build-up to Christmas.

I don't know, I don't find her infuriating. Her desperation and thirst for the spotlight is completely comical to me -- she's kind of like a british pop version of Valerie Cherish. That doesn't mean her music is any good, but her appearance at the MTV awards was one of the comedy performances of the year.